Dead Presidents

[Intro]

Ran out with the facepaint, what, what, what?

What?

(Woah, Kenny)

[Chorus]

Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint

We was chasin' cake, we was tryna rob a bank

Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint

We was chasin' cake, we was tryna rob a bank

You was soldiered down 'fore you did all of them drugs (Now you strung out)

Remember you was soldiered down 'fore you did all of them drugs (Now you strung out)

Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint

[Verse 1]

You keep David, you Chris Tucker, I'm Larenz Tate

Dead presidents, your friend's face

All my friends are dead, yeah

Or they in the feds, yeah

All my niggas upstate, niggas steady livin' through a pen, yeah

Feelin' like we shoulda went to Penn State

I be in the trap, fuck me damn straight

Yeah, got some guns in the trash can

Yeah, run it up, I need a damn bag

[Chorus]

Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint

We was chasin' cake, we was tryna rob a bank

Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint

We was chasin' cake, we was tryna rob a bank

You was soldiered down 'fore you did all of them drugs (Now you strung out)

Remember you was soldiered down 'fore you did all of them drugs (Now you strung out)

Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint

[Verse 2]

Now you strung out, you can't even pull your gun out

You the reason he got gunned down, and that's why you don't come 'round

You like you ain't from 'round

Fuck around get gunned down, hoe you who we can't trust now

Ohh, this is not what you're 'bout

We the type to jump out

We ain't chasin' no clout

We want all the money, dead presidents

We want all the money, no evidence

Murder these niggas for money

I just want money

Ain't got a lot, she fell in love with all my lyrics 'cause they ain't no lie

[Chorus]

Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint

We was chasin' cake, we was tryna rob a bank

Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint

We was chasin' cake, we was tryna rob a bank

You was soldiered down 'fore you did all of them drugs (Now you strung out)

Remember you was soldiered down 'fore you did all of them drugs (Now you strung out)

Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint

[Outro]

Dead, dead, dead pres'

Money on your head, dead presidents

Greedy 'cause I'm dead

Got some guns in the trash can, yeah

Run it up, I need a damn bag

(*Police sirens*)